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alderaani · 4 years

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prison break (echo x reader)

A valentines gift for @just-some-girl-92 as part of the event being run by @starwarsfandomfests! Thanks so much for putting another one of these together @lilhawkeye3, and I really hope you like this Dell! I think credit for white haired Echo goes to @/amiro-art? That was the first place I saw it anyway, and I’ve really liked the headcanon that it’s like that post-techno union ever since!

Based on this prompt: Character A moves in next to Character B. They have conjoined balconies and A's pet/child wanders into B's apartment.

Fives and Echo are both reunited and well in this because everyone gets to be happy on Valentine’s Day and I said so. We don’t need canon on this blog.

The other side of the wall explodes with noise.

It makes you pause, looking up from the knitting trailing over your knees to cock your head towards the opposite apartment. You think you hear the screech of furniture legs being pushed along the floor, then the frantic rumble of several male voices speaking over the top of each other, the clatter and clang of things as they are removed and replaced.

It’s odd. When Tith-Mar lived next door, you used to hear it every time he coughed, or swore at that awful old holodrama he used to watch every Taungsday. As much as you tried to stop yourself you couldn’t help but get invested, and that was almost worse. Out of pride you never put it on your own unit, but that just meant you ended up half pressed against the wall, eventually not even pretending you weren’t listening to Capula and Mont confess their love. It had given you something to talk about, anyway, when you went onto the balcony to water your plants and he went out there to smoke the fancy deathsticks he joked he’d live and die by.

In the year since the war ended and Tith-Mar was finally able to move back out to be with his daughter on Ryloth you’ve never quite gotten used to the quiet. There was a strange comfort in knowing that there was someone on the other side of the wall. Maybe it came from the three years of water shortages and occasional outages - or, notably, the rampage of the Zillo beast, which hadn’t come quite close enough to flatten you in your sleep, but had downed enough of the power grid that you’d been locked in your apartment for five rotations. You miss the soft Rylothi folk music he used to play in the mornings, and you miss seeing him sometimes, blowing smoke up into the brisk Coruscant mornings with his blue lek, faded now in old age, wrapped around his neck like a scarf.

You just miss the comforting assurance of having someone else there. If it wasn’t for the sound of the door going, and the occasional thump of something being moved, you’d hardly know that you had neighbours at all now. It’s almost funny to think back on the furore it caused when the Republic bought the apartment for GAR resettlement. It led to the only neighbourhood meeting the building has ever had, and you’ve been very glad for that fact after discovering that a solid faction of your fellow citizens are bigots. It’s something you knew, objectively, but witnessing it from the people you personally rub shoulders with was a harder pill to swallow than having to watch some of the anti-clone protests on the holonews. You’ve not tried to remember the more colourful misconceptions about clone troopers aired by prim soft-handed mid-levellers as they sat in a lobby you can remember the Coruscant Guard clearing rubble from with nothing but their hands. However, you do very vividly remember someone from two floors up asking you if you’d ‘really feel safe’ living next to ‘those walking warmongers’, being young and living on your own. You’d shut that down, of course, and the resulting vote had passed in favour.

You’d honestly half expected the troopers to reject the place after that, and you wouldn’t have blamed them either.

Everyone had known the day they moved in, had pretended not to watch as a GAR issue speeder loaded with two armoured figures and a meagre quantity of possessions had pulled up on the walkway and made their way cautiously inside. You’d thought about introducing yourself, knocking or something, but concluded in the end that they didn’t need anyone else ogling them. You’d figured that there would be plenty of time for that later...and now here you are, a whole year on, and that glimpse is just about the closest you’ve ever gotten to them. You think they still spend a lot of time off-planet, helping with the reconstruction missions the now-voluntary GAR conducts throughout the Mid and Outer Rims. You hadn’t even been sure that they were home at the moment, actually.

There’s no doubting it now, as the frantic thumps and raised voices continue. Through your balcony door, cracked open to catch some of the soft breeze the weather engineers have scheduled today, you can make out a little of what their voices are saying, one frantic and forceful, the other softer, but no less worried.

“ - kriffing hell, can’t believe we’ve lost...Rex will have our heads…”

“...can’t have gotten far...can’t even walk!”

“ - already checked the fresher, Echo!”

“It can’t hurt to check twice...knew we shouldn’t have…”

You bite your lip, turning round while debating whether you should offer your help. Then you freeze. The baby on the other side of your caf table freezes too, chubby hand poised to grab the cookie you’d been saving for later. They’re standing on legs that wobble a bit, and there’s a glint of steely determination in the dark eyes that fix on your face.

“Hello,” you say a little weakly, realising very abruptly what the troopers must have lost.

The kid appraises you for a moment longer, brow furrowed and intent. There’s a huge amount of judgement there for such a small face, those focused eyes taking you in for several very long seconds. Then they huff, and very deliberately turn their attention back to the cookie. You smother an incredulous laugh.

“Not impressed, huh?” You say, carefully setting your knitting aside and uncovering your legs. “Can’t say I blame you, I prefer cookies too.”

The baby doesn’t dignify this with any attention, instead making a soft crowing noise as their little fingers strike victory and retract with the cookie firmly in grasp. When they immediately move to cram it into their mouth you burst into action, leaning across the caf table to swipe it. Just those mere seconds of contact have made it slightly damp.

The baby’s face scrunches in outrage, and they let go of the table edge, sinking down onto their padded bottom with a sharp, high noise of annoyance. They don’t cry, but the frown is something spectacular.

“Sorry, kid.” You force yourself the rest of the way up, keeping a hold on the cookie with one hand. Can kids this young even eat solid foods yet? Do they have any allergies? You don’t have any siblings, so the last time you were around a baby was when you were one. For all this one’s bravado, they look awfully breakable. “I’ll hang on to this for now, yeah?”

You don’t think that they’re old enough to understand what you’re saying, but the huff the baby lets out feels extremely pointed. You stare down at them on your rug.

“Don’t suppose you could give me any pointers on how to hold you?”

It turns out babies are wriggly. You put the cookie down long enough to hoist the kid into your arms and attempt to manoeuvre their little arms and legs so that they’re not jabbing into your vital organs, but at the sight of the food being placed far away, the kid lets out a piercing noise, right into your ear, and attempts to kamikaze their way back to it. A body that two seconds ago was ramrod solid and deliberately unwieldy is suddenly boneless and impossible to hold onto. Your brain goes empty of everything but wrestling with several pounds of struggling infant.

You end up on the floor, eventually, but at least both of you are in one piece. You’re breathing heavily. The kid’s face is thunderous. It’s very cute, but you can’t wait to give it back and appreciate that from a distance. Somehow, you manage to settle them onto your hip.

“What the f - heck was that for?” You ask, purely to make yourself feel better. Even if the kid could answer you, you get the feeling they simply wouldn’t. “Was it because I put the biscuit down?”

The kid makes a huffing noise. You roll your eyes, but can’t help smiling. The baby’s dark, just-curling hair is soft against the skin of your upper arm, and their weight is warm and solid against your side.

“I’m not taking it away from you. I’m gonna let you have it, just need to make sure it’s safe for womp-rats first. And return you before those poor guys tear their place apart, okay?”

You re-collect the cookie and struggle back to your feet, looking towards the open balcony. Visions flash through your mind of the baby pulling that boneless trick out there, with nothing but spacelanes separating them from the ground 50 stories below, and...no. You’re not even vaguely risking that. The front door is definitely the better option, but somehow more daunting, as you stand before the neighbouring apartment with your heart in your throat.

The second you knock, the frantic voices inside cut off abruptly, and then you hear the mad scramble that ensues to reach the door. It wooshes open, and suddenly you’re face to face with your neighbours for the first time.

They’re less identical than you’d expected. Maybe that’s a stupid thought, but it’s the first one that stumbles, half formed and dazed, into the open void your brain has just become. The second, very unhelpful follow up, is that they’re also much prettier than you’d expected. Not that you’d necessarily expected anything, but - you’ve never seen one of the clones without their helmets before. The Corrie Guard, back during the war, had made a point of never taking them off as far as you’d ever seen. That was apparently a crying shame. One of them has thick, dark curly hair, a tidy goatee, and a tattoo on his forehead. The other’s hair is a sharp, startling white, interrupted by metal nodes of some sort. Some sort of post-war medical adaptation, you assume. He’s slightly leaner all over, his eyes a little larger in his face. But the way both of them sag against the door frame is exactly the same.

“Thank the fucking force,” The dark haired one breathes, clutching at his chest.

The other trooper elbows him sharply in the ribs. “Fives.”

“She’s ten months old, Echo. She’s not gonna repeat it.”

“She just escaped from our apartment after General Skywalker swore up and down she’s not mobile yet. It’s gonna be her first word just to spite us.”

You laugh before you can stop yourself and flush a little when all attention snaps back to you.

“That I can believe,” you force yourself to say. “Hi. I think I found something of yours.”

You hold out your armful of infant and - you presume Fives is his name - reaches out to take her, groaning in relief.

“Thank you,” he says, fervent, taking a moment to bury his face into the child’s hair. She puts a determined thumb into her mouth and stares at your hand, still clutching the cookie. The trooper turns her in his arms and holds her up at eye level. “You are a menace, Leia. I thought we were gonna have to call in a search.”

It’s nice to have a name for that little displeased face. Leia regards the trooper for a moment before sticking her hand into his face. His eyes are impossibly warm as he pretends to gobble her fingers, and it is, quite frankly, cute as fuck. He turns his attention back to you, but just as he opens his mouth, the sound of a comm going off somewhere behind them cuts through the moment.

“That’ll be the General,” The white-haired trooper laughs. “You better take her and show him, before he raises down half of Coruscant trying to get here.”

Fives nods, flashing another blinding grin at you, before he and Leia are gone. The trooper you’re left with blows out a breath and scrubs a hand over his face.

“Well,” he says, his mouth crooking into a wry smile. “That was exciting.”

He sticks his hand out, and when you take it, his palm is rough and his grip firm. You give him your name without thinking about it, staring into the kind, golden depths of his eyes. They crinkle at the corners when he grins.

“I’m Echo. And - I know Fives already said it, but seriously, thank you. Where the shab did you find her?”

“Trying to steal biscuits from my caf table,” you say, laughing openly when Echo drops his face back into his hand and groans with embarrassment. “I think she got in through the balcony door.”

“Force, we didn’t even think of that. What a first impression, you must think we’re idiots.”

You shake your head, enamoured by the faint colour you can see rising in his cheeks. He brings his metal hand up to his face and presses the cool prosthetic against his skin.

“Not at all. You should have seen the look she gave me when I found her, she knows she’s in charge.”

Echo smiles bashfully. “It’s the first time we’ve ever won the lot to babysit the twins, our Company would have crucified us if we’d lost her.”

“Then I’m very glad to have provided a rescue.”

There’s a short silence as you fidget with your sleeves, strange anticipation churning in your gut. There’s no reason to keep standing here now that the pleasantries are done with, the baby exchanged, but...some part of you resists it, almost looking for an excuse to stay. He and Fives are the first new friendly faces you’ve met in a long time, soothing a sting you didn’t know was there.

“I - um -,” Echo begins suddenly, shifting a little. The colour in his face deepens. “I really like your plants. I’ve always meant to say something. We keep trying to guess what they are.”

“Oh!” Your heart turns over in your chest and you wouldn’t be able to stop the smile bursting onto your face if you tried. Those damn things are so hard to keep alive through the unpredictable engineered weather. You don’t think you’re particularly house proud, but you do preen a little that he’s noticed. “Thank you, I, um, I water them every morning. I could...go through them with you one day? If you like?”

Echo’s head dips an assent. “I’d really like that.”

You linger a moment longer, a pleased thrill still lingering in your belly, but there’s no putting it off now. “I suppose I should let you go. But...please knock if you need anything.”

Echo smiles. “Hopefully not in pursuit of any more babies.”

You’re just about to turn away when you remember the cookie in your hand, slightly smushed now. “Oh! Can you give this to Leia? I wanted to make sure she could eat them, first, but I promised. Seemed only fair, since she went to all that trouble.”

Echo huffs, his expression softening, taking the cookie with careful hands. “I’ll make sure her highness gets it.”

Then you go back to your quiet apartment, somehow deflated when faced with the monotony of your knitting and your music. You hear a few more sounds from the other side of the wall, faint laughter, perhaps a child squealing, and find your curiosity has not been sated at all.

It’s a wonderful surprise, then, when two days later on a clear, sunlit morning, you slide open your balcony door to water the plants and find Echo waiting, his face tipped up to the brightening sky. There is a packet of cookies resting on the duracrete by his feet, and two steaming mugs of caf on the railing by his elbow.

It feels like something special...It feels like a beginning.

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the-archlich · 5 years

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Clone Wars: The Arc That Is Too Relevant

This one is the best episode of the West Wing.

There are groups within the Republic senate playing both sides - most notably the Banking Clan and Trade Federation. They're trying to get a bill through the senate that would essentially deregulate the banks (and produce more clones). To help this along, Dooku orders Grievous to make a strike on Coruscant.

Meanwhile, Padme and Ahsoka are hanging out. I'm glad they're friends now. Padme would like to meet with some friends in the Separatist senate and negotiate peace. This is a new thing. We've always seen a very limited view of the Separatists until now. Pretty much just armies of droids and assholes like the Trade Federation, Techno Union, and Banking Clan guys. Not just regular, hard-working people who think they'd be better off removing themselves from the corrupt Republic and banding together in a different union.

Also Ahsoka seems to have aged up a bit. She's got a new outfit and a second lightsaber. Pretty dope.

Padme's meeting with her Separatist friend is a really interesting one. All we've seen from them so far are droids and military types, but the vast majority of the population - and the civil leadership - is just regular people. They disagree on policies but are still basically decent individuals trying to do their best. And of course they're not aware of the extremely shady stuff going on behind the scenes (what with Dooku being a Sith Lord); not that the Republic people are any better informed (hi, Palpatine.)

Padme's friend meets with the Separatist senate and puts forth the idea of negotiating peace. Most of the senators agree, despite objections from some powerful groups. This makes sense. They didn't succeed because they wanted a huge war; they wanted a better government with less corruption and where powerful factions (like the Banking Clan, Trade Federation, etc.) don't have total control over everything and individual systems have a say. Honestly they make a lot of good points.So the Separatists want to establish peace. Padme tells Palpatine and it's honestly a pretty good scene because he's totally blindsided. It's one of the only times we see something take him totally out of the blue and I like having a reminder that old Sheev still isn't an all-knowing god.

Of course it isn't that easy. Grievous sneaks some murderbots (disguised as cleaning bots) onto Coruscant. They blow up a power plant, which causes the Senate to freak out and agree to deregulation.

Also this is obviously before the Senate Murders episode because several people who got killed in that one are alive here.

With that first bill passed the conversation then turns to buying more Clone Troopers. This is the same thing they were debating in the Senate Murders episode; and since this takes place before that one, I guess we know how this ends. The debate gets interrupted when Dooku skypes in and says that peace is off; he says Republic a strike team attacked one of their planets and, in the process, killed Padme's friend.

Padme and friends put their efforts into getting the "grow me more clones" bill shot down. In a meeting with the Banking Clan, the chairman says they'll loan the Republic money to buy the troops at 25% interest rate. Now I'm 30 years old so I know a thing or two about interest rates and that is such a goddamn insane rate that if anyone suggests it to you you are legally allowed to shoot them in the face. (Before this the Republic was still at 10% interest, which is also pretty fucking insane. This is not a good government.) He can charge 25% now because of the deregulation. (Of course, if you've studied what happens when rich people loan money to the government, it doesn't go well for them because they often don't have the ability to force repayment.)

Shit's getting bad. Senators are getting jumped and beaten in the streets - which is usually good, but in this case it's at the instigation of the banks, so this is the one time I'm not for it. Padme is running around, trying to get anyone she can to join her side. There's a good conversation with one senator who points out that they all spend their time on Coruscant arguing with each other and are never on their own planets talking to their constituents. It's a good observation.

Dooku orders Padme killed but how many times are people going to try this? Just fucking stop. Padme gets away - and in the process does some things to one of the bounty hunters following her that should have killed him in at least 5 different ways but I guess we don't want blood on her hands? I say let her get some.

The whole experience has really been disheartening to her. Not so much that people tried to kill her; Senators are being intimidated into silence or are using the war as a pretext for their own profit. As she puts it, "What has happened to democracy? And why doesn't anyone seem to care?"

The bounty hunters also try to kill Bail Organa, since he's the main sponsor of the opposition. But he's actually a 6'2" beast and doesn't go down easy. Still, he's too injured to give the speech he was preparing, so Padme has to talk to the senate instead. She gives a speech about the terrible conditions her aide's family is living in because of the war but it kind of rings false because Padme could always, you know, fucking pay her more.

This is a very good arc; the capstone of the Senate Murders episode isn't as strong as the rest of it, and this might be one time when it's better to have it out of sequence because that'd be a weak finish.

At first I expected that this arc was just going to be the usual senate bullshit (like Senate Murders). There's a bill that's bad, Padme has to stop it, someone tries to kidnap/kill her; maybe she wins, maybe she doesn't. And that is what happened. But this arc also gave us a lot more than that.

This arc humanized the other side of the war in a way that hasn't been done before - in any other Star Wars media that I'm aware of. We're not talking about the Empire/First Order where people know they're living under an asshole. The Separatists are rational, reasonable people. Their grievances with the Republic are real and valid, and they have a good reason for fighting their war. And most of them would rather not fight at all. It's really only a couple assholes at the top working behind the scenes to keep the conflict going - and we see largely the same on the Republic side.

These episodes also go heavily into things like banking regulations and what happens when you let them run wild. And how the military industrial complex is a monster that will never be satiated; the people who profit from it will throw your loved ones into the first until there's nothing left as long as it puts a little more money in their pockets. The people trying to prolong this war aren't doing it because they care about the outcome, they just want it to go longer and longer so they can profit more. Their sis a government that has a bottomless budget for military expenses (no matter how much debt it causes) but suddenly cares about cost when it comes to social services like education and healthcare.

With the zillo beast episode I made a joke about this show using the Clone Wars format to express the sort of complex problems we're facing as a country (as we were back in 2010 and still are now a decade later). This time it's not a joke, and it's not metaphor or subtext. The issues discussed in this episode are ones we're still fighting with now. Endless wars for profit, an unrestricted financial sector, and a government who couldn't care less because outside of a small minority of people who genuinely give a shit most of them are either too greedy or too cowardly to do a goddamn thing about it. It's true in Clone Wars and it's true in America.

And we know how things end in Clone Wars.

#clone fights #eat the rich

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countessofbiscuit · 6 years

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Dollface

For @celebrate-the-clone-wars’ Writing Wednesday Prompt “Your Reputation Precedes You” Rating: M Words: 2414 Inspired by The Adventures of Doll Rex.

(If there isn’t a 69′s in a universe with a 79′s, I’m calling bs)

Having spent themselves silly, the boys in blue who’d brought the house down were long gone, and 69’s grew dull again. The exhibitionism continued, sure, the dancing was always pleasing in a kind of mindless way, and when things got really boring, the massage droid in the break room had a lekku setting that induced comas—it was almost enough to make a showgirl consider marriage.

But the circus this wasn’t. There used to be wardrobe brawls and stampeding reeks and everything. The only adrenaline high to be had here was shaking up assholes who tried to stiff her colleagues until their credits and their shame fell out. A civilian crime, and a dwindling one. The soldiers never did that. Ursula fleeced them for admittance—the bigot—then got mad when the staff stretched the poor sods’ pocket change by giving them free drinks because they were polite and very, very pretty. Oh they made noise. Lots of it. But they viciously policed their own and didn’t put their hands where they shouldn’t. And not just because they thought they might get charged.

They were … “shiny.” And two meters of broad, blood-red Twi might scare the shit out of anybody whose first experience with boobs was two hours ago and three levels up, when they got squished against someone on the dance floor or got flashed by a waitress.

Hence the boredom of a somewhat self-conscious girl who doesn’t like working a room for tips.

“Lala, that’s for you,” chirps Diohn when Laa’let returns from the freshers.

She stops fidgeting with her bra and rebuilding circuses in the sky and glances at the Zabrak bartender. Diohn points at the counter, then returns to digging through the mixer chiller.

A doll is sitting on the end of the bar.

It’s propped up around a bright red cocktail, looking stupidly drunk, resting its chin on the rim of a glass about as wide as its comical face. Laa’let narrows her eyes at the arrangement. A clone. She recognizes the little flared skirt and shoulder decoration—and the golden top of one of those boys in blue. She scans the club for any that fit the description, but it’s just a throbbing sea of maroon sweats and crumpled greys, with a shrinking handful of businessmen pressed against the edges of the room; the only troopers in plates are the wrong color, and most of them are sitting along the rack, where they’ve figured out that two shoulder wings promise some seriously advanced recon—a much more exciting and personal show than anything happening at the bar.

“Who?” asks Laa’let.

“Didn’t see,” Diohn shrugs from inside the chiller, “they just left credits. And a note.”

Laa’let slides up towards the drink, ignoring the vulgar garnish—a cherry shoved in between a split taffy stem. The script is very regular, but the napkin is torn on the angles, like they couldn’t get the pressure right:

For the Ruby Rancor ♥

She grates the sharp tips of her teeth together. “You said you wouldn’t make it a drink.”

“I didn’t! I swear!” Diohn takes her own dulled molars to the cap of a bottle and spits it in the trash. “But you should stop fighting it. It’s definitely caught on.”

“Then what’s with this,” Laa’let says. It’s not just the garnish that’s offensive. Diohn’s clearly chosen her most bulbous glass, and she must have some campari, premixed to the perfect shade, chilling in a jug somewhere.

“That’s just me doing my fucking job. Now you should do yours.”

Diohn won’t share her tips forever, but Laa’let has her limits. Maybe too many of them for this career. “It’s not my job to talk to dolls.”

“Talking to cute faces with nothing but stuffing between their ears? I’d say that’s definitely in your contract. Roll out some carnival tricks.”

Laa’let’s lekku stiffen. “Circus. And I was a fucking acrobat.”

“Whatever. There’s still an audience—and maybe they’ll tip.”

It’s not an audience if you didn’t invite it, she refrains from saying, it’s an embarrassment. Too much like real life. With a frown, Laa’let swipes the drink, and the doll flops face down onto the chromium counter. Pathetic.

“Hand me that,” she says, snapping her fingers at an open bubblezap bottle.

Diohn giggles and swiggs the dregs. “Awww, someone’s had one too many!”

Laa’let maneuvers the doll into a seated position against the bottle, mindful of the oversized head. Its eyes are fixed off to the side, as if deliberately avoiding her boobs. “I need to get on his level. Is this a double?” she asks, stirring the drink once with the garnish.

One of Diohn’s liberal shots cascades over her peach fingers as she preps a line of Fuzzy Yodas—frothy, green, and strong enough to make you talk backwards. “You’ll have a nice time. I promise.”

Laa’let pulls out one of the lethris barstools and drops onto it. She hates sitting on these chairs. They’re sticky and undersized, like everything else here—even the ceiling is too low to accommodate her best tricks on stage. It’s maddening to be reduced to pantomime, the feeling of holding herself by halves, but Diohn’s right. She’s still a consummate performer, she’s still on the clock, and she’s still fucking broke.

“So,” Laa’let begins, taking a long sip that melts her sinuses and makes her damn nipples hard, “I’m new to this job and don’t have a lot of conversation up my sleeve, so do you want tragic backstory or tragic backstory?”

The little soldier makes big eyes at the turquoise Togruta on stage, but doesn’t indicate a preference.

“Tragic backstory it is. You might think it all started when my parents sold me to some charlatan in a travelling circus. Or when my growth spurt went on two years too long and I couldn’t get health insurance—did you know organs over a meter long are considered a pre-existing condition?”

She’s got her lekku draped over her shoulders and she shakes the tip of one in the little soldier’s face.

“Speciesist, I know. Free Porn Taa is laughably small in every department, so it’s not a priority for him. And the Togs aren’t represented in the Senate—not that healthcare is a priority there either.”

“Ugh, Lala,” groans Diohn, loudly dumping an armful of bottles into the bin as she passes by. “Politics? At my bar? No wonder he’s bored.”

Laa’let makes a rude gesture at Diohn’s back. “Anyway,” she says to the disinterested doll, “things really didn’t go downhill for me until the fucking Zillo Beast.”

The rack around Tosha’s stage erupts in applause when she finishes her routine. Another charming clone thing. It’d never occurred to them not to clap.

“Did I see it? You bet your plastic ass I did. Three of its gnarly legs came crashing through the roof during my act.”

Just for something to do, Laa’let takes the garnish from her drink and starts to trace a wet rendering of the monster that ruined her life on the counter.

“Squashed half the audience. I fell into the netting, along with all the buttresses, and was buried with broken ribs for three damn days. And this is where having no health insurance, no transferable skills, and no tolerance for animal abuse lands you,” she says, gesturing at the room, humid and a hazy red in the house lights, like an oversized womb.

Laa’let follows the little soldier’s gaze again. Tosha’s now working the rack for tolls. She’s got her knees on either side of one trooper’s ears, gripping him by his red shoulder wings as he gently tucks some funny money into her panties, ruffled and pink like cotton candy.

“Look, I know she’s topless and I’m not, but you could at least pretend to pay attention.”

A trooper in purple plates, very much paying attention, suddenly materalizes next to the doll. Laa’let takes in his double wings and his skirt—has she been performing for a fancy ARC?—and then moves onto his hair. It’s shaved into a landing strip across his skull and down his chin, and she can’t help wonder if the landscaping extends below the belt, too.

“There you are, Rex!” he declares, smiling broadly like he’d be very happy to enlighten her. “Who’s your pretty friend?” He gives a wave with one of the doll’s stubby arms.

This part always makes Laa’let nervous. What seemed like a good idea when she was eighteen and angry now made her job—wooing credits out of beings already much smaller than herself—very difficult.

“Doesn’t your friend know it’s rude not to stare?” she says, as softly as she can over the synth-glimmik pumping from the speakers, shielding her fangs with full lips—the only gift her mother gave her.

“My apologies, ma’am,” answers the trooper while ogling her tits for both of them. “He said he knew you, but he was probably talking out of his shebs.”

“Nah, he’s just shy. He doesn’t know how to ask,” comes a rumble in her cone. Another trooper pokes his head over her shoulder and starts taking mental soundings down her cleavage.

Mindful of the bulk of her lek, she turns to glance at his plates—also purple, also winged. “Ask what?”

The second one tilts his pretty face up. His hair curls in a way Laa’let recognizes as attractive to humans, and thick black stripes on his cheeks somehow brighten his green eyes, which sparkle at her with all the optimism of someone about two drinks in. “How much to blow bubbles?”

Laa’let takes a moment to parse this phrasing. The soldiers have a funny way of talking, but blowing bubbles is a far cry from their usual slang, crude and derived from military words she doesn’t understand. But eyes speak a pretty universal language, and theirs are glued to her red rack. If anyone’s going to introduce face fapping to the clone lexicon, it won’t be her.

But Green is far too cute to be allowed to bury those sweet cheeks so soon. The cheroot smoking on his breath is making her heart flutter, and she downs the rest of her drink.

“What’s your name, soldier?”

“Jock, ma’am. And that fastidious fucker’s Muse.”

She struts her long fingers atop the bar towards the doll and starts to toy suggestively with his little skirt. “Well, Jock, boys in blue get things on the house,” Laa’let teases with a smile, not bothering about the fangs. If these two are going to spook, better get the disappointment over with.

Muse sits his ass straight down for the long haul, and Jock hovers even closer.

“And boys in other colors?” he mumbles, brushing the back of a finger down her shoulder, evidently still full of hope. That he doesn’t go straight for her plushy lek says he’s got manners, and Laa’let feels her bum go warm on the barstool.

“What makes purple boys special?” she asks, genuinely curious. She’s not encountered any troopers in this soft shade before, and 69’s does a good trade in color—every dancer’s got their favorites, but it’s considered good luck to get crisp tips off a new one. They think it means you’re a trooper’s first; Laa’let just suspects a counterfeit operation somewhere.

“We’ve got walkers and big, fuck-off tanks with psycho warfare tech” and “we’re an elite, hypermobile, armored reconnaissance unit” are the simultaneous answers.

Muse makes a disapproving face at his comrade and straightens up a little when he clarifies. “We’re the 113th Armored Infantry Battalion, ma’am.”

“And the color?” she asks, fingering the lining of Jock’s skirt. Maybe she could get him down to nothing but this, then bribe it off him? The lethris on these things is pretty lush, given it’s army issue.

“Commander’s orders,” says Jock, beaming. “Matches our Jedi’s sabers.”

“Who’s your Jedi?” Laa’let prods, wondering how much two elite soldiers will leak over big tits.

Jock squints at Muse. “I think that’s classified?”

“Definitely classified.”

“He’s sealed tight but … I’m working on it,” Jock assures her with a wink, mischievous and loaded. She can’t tell if he means his Jedi, Muse, or both, but his playfulness is certainly working on her. Even if Diohn hasn’t just made herself conspicuous, inquiring with gestures about the status of flimsi in fingers.

Laa’let smiles, plucks the doll from the counter, and dumps him headfirst into her cleavage.

“Steady on, Rex,” gasps Muse, wide-eyed, grinning stupidly between the doll and slack-jawed Jock.

“For you two,” she begins, giving the little head a very illustrative shake, “this is ten…”

Using the nubbed arms, Laa’let pushes the golden top of her dress down, popping out one ivory nipple, then the other, conscious that she’s already given away about fifteen credits. “Handsies is twenty...”

Flipping the little doll over by the arms, she lets him come to rest where creamy fabric melts into the divot between her hips. Her senses are alight with human! now that Jock’s knees have failed him and his head’s propped up on her shoulder. Her right lek tingles against his balmy cheek. She returns Muse’s puppet wave. “And anything more is subject to performance review.”

“We…” Muse begins, opening and closing his mouth like a blurrg on spice, “we’ve only got twenty between us.”

Laa’let bites her lip and bounces the doll in her broad lap, like she isn’t preparing to inflate more than just their manual scores. She’s flipped her glass and her tits are out. Diohn better be getting her a fucking room.

“Tell you what. Twenty plus this little trooper and you might find I’m big enough to share.”

. . . . .

[CT-61-6898] Are you seated

[CT-27-5555] in briefing w some top squares knock me down my ombre hombre

[CT-61-6898] … RIP Cpt Rex

[CT-27-5555] ! what did those dumbfucks do

[CT-27-5555] its only been 12 hrs we r still in the system ffs

[CT-27-5555] facts tho he was ltd edition not even rex actual has one

[CT-61-6898] unnamed.holo

[CT-27-5555] ! u perv what did u fucking do to him

[CT-61-6898] Shit That wasn’t for you Wrong holo

[CT-27-5555] too late ...rip smokecheck

[CT-27-5555] commdr tano likes ur paintjob

[CT-61-6898] You fucking wish (...but I’ll pass on the compliment)

[CT-27-5555] so he didn’t get creampied good 2 know what happened

[CT-61-6898] rexnruby.holo

[CT-27-5555] !

[CT-61-6898] Is he scuba qualified

[CT-27-5555] !

[CT-61-6898] Muse is sorry not sorry Rex was sacrificed for the mission He did give me a datachip instead

[CT-27-5555] WORTH IT

Smokecheck belongs to tiend. The 113th bros and Miss Laa’let are mine.

#writing wednesday #clone troopers #the clone wars #captain rex #fives #laa'let #biscuit fic #the little alor'ad #don't share toys kids #age appropriate clone shenanigans #clones

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The Clone Wars The Zillo Beast Strikes Back

(Season 2 Episode 19)

I really thought the first episode was surprisingly good and I hope the quality con- tin ue s;

Moving on; Cost ly- Recap, getting real deep into the details ...... Good that shows commitment to the story .. And attention to the (good) details

. . [Also how yeah are they going to transport that beast?]

Who said spent a little more time explaining it to the natives [Why they needed a dead beast]

Still good still good,

Pretty

Okay

“Tensions Run high,”

Hey, that’s a reasonable reaction,

(They’re going to put extra security on it?)

How long till it breaks out.

[I mean thing might look tiny]

Look at all those buildings

[also this will be a nice scale

We really didn’t get much of it

On the desert planet

Cause there were no buildings around

After the destruction

(Neat Detail-)

That one trooper’s really excited

You think you want to be a zoo-logist?

Neat

Spiky and big but sleepy

Uhm. (Cute)

(Oh you stop with that death music it’s adorable)

As are most animals

Though that’s likely more so anticipation music . . So it’s Fine

But just look at ‘em,

Ador-able !

(I’m sorry I cannot take this seriously with him sleeping so peacefully)

Good for ‘em

*em

[Oh yeah [just] bring the Chancellor here.

Is he going to get Donkey Kong-ed? i’m sorry but just the idea. .

Of Sidious held hostage By a giant beast, On top of a building..

It’s just so hilarious.

(Not to mention his force lightning powers) Baby [An-imal] Possib ly . Okay, Right, Why would they stop.

Aight —- Okay - Good Ideas - A-ight.

Whelp, Good

Uhm, Right,

Okay ,

Now, Right,

Wh- Elp,

Uhm, Okay,

Right,

Nice

Okay

Chancellor isn’t having it

Look

At him

You ruined his evil diatribe, Windu

He isn’t having that “you should assume some accountability” argument..

Ruining the giant monster plot- - with his logic

Good times

[Palpatine’s going to dismiss him rudely isn’t he?

He’s pissed - Terrible war

Note; how he said nothing about the beast safety

Which is Windu’s main concern

[and his earlier gaslighting of Windu’s conscience

*Put Down * ? .

^ ^

Nice

Sleepy. .

Bean. (Pet Name- Light ly.]

Any way!

[There’s the scientist.]

Seems Nice.

She doesn’t have au-thority

Nor Do You. “Good care,”

Nice

Mace Is Humanitarian towards Ani- mals-

-also can we stop calling at the “beast”?

It’s an animal?

[’Beast’ is for when it’s attacking you And it’s not fully identified]

And it’s adorable

[as well as has an already established name]

[i’ll say call it whatever you want but this is assumed authority, And whoever names it first is king . . . . Seriously ? does no one care for it as a cute fluffy animal? (I know it’s scaly my point stands)

Like seriously everyone’s viewing it as a resource

[Makes me sad]

Starting to think that one clone trooper Should be in charge,

He at least seem-ed to give a -shit

Well treated

As a resource

Windu; i’m calling bullshit but alright

[is he going to spring him?

*em

I want Windu to spring ‘em for environmental justice

Ok, how long does the plotting bullshit goes down and they start tearing the scales off the thing?

Ma-jestic

He’s calling Heavy.. bullshit

Good for Windu..

(I like this character .very much.)

Nope [Death Music .]

Big

Good - Aight

Uhm .. Bu- ld

Obi-Wan shut up

[You are the worst character]

Not in character design

Just in being the absolute .worst.

Great

Neat

Al- right-

I mean- he could be studying it to find which climate would be best for it - I mean you can’t just drop a random Non native- Life Form - Onto a random planet- and Hope for the best-

And this is the closest thing to safe neutral controlled territory . . . that they have

So make sense that they bring him here to figure it out

[The chancellor able to manage who they have treaties with and which planets are inhabited

[and what uninhabited planets could be possibly viable environment . . . . Re-hom-ing locations-

For him *em

*Effort*

Oh yeah not worth the effort to make sure the very rare species doesn’t dare

[this is why you’re the fucking worst.]

In.uni.

Any Way-

Well that was a calm way of saying, He didn’t give me an explanation . . . Which is understandable and A pretty decent response,

. Try

Wait what?

Can we re-wind that again? ... Obi-Wan - no - All he said

“was that he didn’t get an answer,”

He-

Do not escalate the situation.

Do not send Anakin to badger the chancellor.

[If Windu wants to escalate the situation he will,]

You are not the responsible [least Toxic] Adult

Please just let Windu handle it

[I love how they cut away like you know Windu’s rolling his eyes

[Obi-won-

“]

]

Well, not too bad just seems tired

Planet acclim- ation - Or the sed- atives - Will do that to you)

Though admittedly it could be a less in-vasive environment-

With more com-patibility-

What?

Oh No!

[Don’t hold the fluffy bean!]

What is going on exactly?

Like don’t get me wrong I know there’s

slight discomfort

But how bad-

[like is what they inserted into them a sedative?

Enough,

Good-

That’s Good

But seriously

If you’re going to study an animal you shouldn’t do shit like that

Passive observation

Seeing if it sheds

Perhaps, Getting Samples

The only time those things to be taken off - ... them ... is upon death - with respect to the life cycle, And, the decomposition cycle-

Not going-

Toxic excessive-

And causing - pain

Sentient Bean-

Oh No.

Oh it is picking things up relatively quickly,

Surprisingly quickly,

figuring out that this was the one to Yell at ... despite there being Mryaid Of possibilities,

And would usually focus on the,

Pain- ful Ones,

Com

So take a small scrape sample. off the scales

Like you straight up tried to rip off the scales. ... Armor-

And not the Jedi’s?

Just thought -in the pecking order they’d be lower

Under tanks and

shielding

And protection to the higher ups ...

Centurion Armor.

First

Ok how about you don’t..

Or send her to the planet and wait to see if she sheds.

Like,no

Until the bean ... is dead (Un fortunate)

You can’t- be doing- .... Stuff- Like That-

- What the fuck?

Also; mace Windu a thousand miles away; I hope the fuck you do you be a dead son of a bitch,

Lady, just call the Jedi

Mace Windu is clearly an environmental - animalistic focus - Have him insta kick this bitch

(Which he can as his specialty)

Call tox

*Like Medic

And kick the bitch to accountability

* or semi accountability in this case

(’Cause if you get caught with a Spoon- -”

Pr-otest

Good

Mace Windu - Has a teammate-

Intelligent

Oh no-

Oh noo

That could’ve been possibly meant

“I thought that was just an extraneous detail”

👍

Animal

You’ve been calling it a Beast this whole time

Also, damn look at those sad eyes!

That Things 100% Sent.

You can’t do that!

Ok I need to plot this out

This living creature-

Is sentient enough To Un-der Stand

Lan-guage

And feel pain

Let me just play a few scene so I get the morality right

So, dude’s sleeping under ground,

(Those guys apparently just . Got injured by its sleeping movements,)

Then

It finds some guy

Tries to get it off him (Reasonable)

Those two guys flee (After Anakin spent multiple occasions getting in it’s way..

Clearly un-wonton and un-wanted

So clearly going over the “don’t bug others rule,”

Then these guys -definitely heck with it

By throwing bombs, And generally breaking every (rule). The liquid thing is kind of weird

That being the equivalent of pumping planet waste material Poison) So it pretty well fits under the attempt of harm /murder

And the guards clearly attempt to murder it.

So immediate accountability is in play

But they try to kill them

(Note I know the situation is bad but it’s Immediate Accountability

Not immediate death

(However, it’s really weird with non humans)

(Or even just humanoids,)

Because I know what another human could do

Humanoids have the same about structure

With minor ex -cessive- differences?

Like- how

(The standards are really different here)

I’m not sure she could have even picked them up without hurting them.

I really hope we get to see her talk

So we can get more info

Because that’s really fascinating.

Co-mment

Hey it noted that! ... That’s -really neat

[Also geez that must suck, Having to be moved from your planet... Against your will and things that you might not be able prevent. . Because some asshole won’t share the damn planet,

And everyone else is enabling.

(It’s the frozen planet thing All over again .but better.] This time the species might not actually have an option,

But doesn’t negate - it’s sentience,

Kill

Dude, seriously,

Like I’m not a fan of it but you could just sedate them,

Turn the fuel wanted some kind of solid (Point)

And

Argh-

(It brings me no moral pleasure to say this)

Cut the scales from the skin-

Without, too much pain

Assume

(Still should not do it)

Monster

(Also lady just call the Jedi)

You know one who’s against it

You don’t even have to mention the chancellor by name

Just say some crazy orders got brought down the line

And you need -some help

Oof

‘She ain’t having your bullshit’

Right

Okay

Whelp

Good scene setting.

You really feel how out of place Anakin is, -

Oof

The music’s really nice

Really helps set the scene

And the height Just-

Perfect (Sets a beautiful set of risk)

Oof and Obi-Wan questioning Am-idala

(The costume choice works very nicely here- Causing Amidala to stand out, From the variety, But still have the kind of muted sense of the situation,

(Lot of other senators wearing purple (-though more solid)

And the lighting is pretty nice too,

Looking pretty naturally with the setting-

Oh, no,

Aw, that’s kind of nice

A good bit of levity

(Possibly parodying the masters, Amidala and Anakin technically)

(Anakin did build CP3PO though)

Aight, Nice,

Pro B-

You know that actually would make sense

I was actually expecting the more blow it up solution

But just trying bugging the Senator (Chancellor) Palpatine . Is a pretty good (non-escala tory) First step . . . .

That would just let Senator Amidala see it, assuming she wouldn’t have an issue; and wouldn’t notice the smell rift. .. - Male-stare

‘ Mace Windu told you to leave it alone and let him handle it, And you decided fuck that I’mma gonna screw things up, Didn’t You?”

Ch-ancellor

Oh that’s actually a smart plan - Gang up on the chancellor . Never mind A second pair of eyes might be helpful in case he tries that hologram shit again,

(Never mind the fact that Ami-dala- doesn’t go missing under mysterious circumstances,”

It’s a good plan

Kinda

That’s- pretty damn fair- - Voice- - That’s- a little too environmental but I get the point

(As in it’s ignoring the fact that the Zilla beast does have a voice, Just no one‘s listening

Or reading its body language, Like a good sentient would

(The issue is it’s accountability -The ability to hold others accountable-

Which it doesn’t seem to be capable of doing to the fine degree of other humans-

Other humanoids-

“ Be it’s accountability,” Is More accurate a phras- ing

Also geez can you imagine that sit-uation?

Like either force-d to kill another sentient species or be submitted to this?

I give the Zilla beast a lot of damn credit-

For the re-straint

Real shit . .. Sit-

Neither have you,

Seen your -self

In action!

Like yeah dude you pull out a laser sword, When someone threatens you,

(Pretty damn unaccountable)

At least the Zilla beast has a damn good excuse,

Life

Yep-

Warr ant a discussion

No, It warrants the envir-onmental focus- Kicking the offender, Straight to accoun-tability And every one else, Lea-ving the damn thing alone, (Bastards) .... ?

I mean-

That’s kinda fair-

Heck not every- one-

Heck- not every generation- Has an environmental focus

And, animals are damn weird-

But- I’m going to say if you see a puppy kicked- You should tell that dude to fuck off,

And no I do not resent that-

Even if it’s food

(Which no one should be messing with in the first place)

But fair-

Chan-cellor

Still don’t like this-

Stop being a complaining dick and eit -her do it or don’t-

Oh does he have a hesitation from his previous experience?

Secrets do not stay secret

Mate you deployed the military, Who have to answer to the council,

Not to mention all of the Internal law and military enforcement On planet That saw this shit go down

(Would probably be defensive of you holding a dead creature)

Also yeah it’s Obi-Wan’s fault

(How he knows about something he didn’t witness. Idk, Guess someone told him.”

Anakin?

What- ever.

Aight

Called out

No the point of democracy is to form a hierarchy of authority And with some people’s decision matters more than others There was very little ability to self determined,

And often times ends up just arguing over basic human decency,

Doesn’t have to involve subterfuge

But things can escalate for the worst with toxic behavior

*enabling espec

Die

Oy!

Any -one paying attention to that?

(Dude, blown cover! )

No, better option just go straight to Windu,

You thought he was being held for a tests ... He wasn’t , Time to get the ass kicking squad in for questioning,

Windu

*Not Obi- Won- -

That was damn threatening

Aight,

(Also yes, you do, Go tell Windu.)

Here’s the conversation;

‘Ok, I’ll just relay that to Master Windu-”

“Wait, no - don’t do that- !”

(Done jokingly)

The conversation’s fine,

War is never going to be won until someone assumes accountability

Both points of “feck you”

Well at least Anakin isn’t hail-ed as the “enabling Savior”,

And does sorta take Amidala ’s Side, , Re- asonable

[call Windu]

Shit ...

Also “your groomer has groomed you well”

To never pick a side . .. Ex- Cuse- Me- - Help ing ... He noticeably switched his body over to your side,

And his “both sides thing,” .... . Was is clearly a ‘feck you,

Appro -priately

No he DOESN’T!

And Anakin isn’t innocent here,

So knock off the tone

No puppy dog was kicked,

Anakin fully knows what he’s advocating is wrong

And appro -priate tone should be applied

‘That was malicious

You can’t hoodwink an adult,

Productives are well aware of common decency Rules,

Selectives know their shit

This is an act of malician . . . And should be framed as such . yeah I have no idea what’s going on with him either

[Doing that unaccountable juice again.)

Oh, hi, , Wait you’re just gonna straight up gas ‘em-

But-

(Does this turn them into a super angry pissed off monster?)

Zilla

Stop enabling this!

[Character Yell,]

Bitch,

Kill em’

‘I will grab the thing , but I’m still asking you to do the thing,”

This is why ‘sorry is bullshit,’

. .

Um Whelp, Time to see the baby get kicked,” - “I’m Sorry,”

We talked about how that doesn’t excuse actions ... I swear if they pull that they said they were sorry, so that means everything’s ok every episode,

[I will strike every episode]

Til the mark

Any way.

Begin procedure . And with that she is undoubtably irredeemable, . ...

(I swear to god if they play happy music of an ending where she is supposedly redeemed

Or enabled)

Calling heavy bullshit,

A puppy killer runn -ing free With No Ch -ance Of even the slightest bit of come uppance, .... Isn’t happy - - - Any Way, Even worse that it’s sentient - Going to switch from “That’s A Puppy!” to “THAT’S A SENTIENT!”

(Both are equally frick-ed up)

De- served-

Yeah-

Turns out when you threaten someone’s life they immediately going to assume accountability mode

(Not)

I’m just really angry

At the characters in the universe

But yeah, Damn,

Poor Zilla,

Got tears in my eyes

[Like imagine that bullshit]

Like either she was restrained her self enough so she didn’t kill people

Or the situation was so bad it literally caused an adrenaline like situation

Free- ing herself

Seeing as she doesn’t seem to be a bad “pers’-

[The accountability scale- still un-established,” [Selective accountability?

Involuntary accountability?

Does her body just flare up into attack mode when stuff like that happens)

Just-

Whoa-

No-

Don’t shoot the baby ! sent ient!

I don’t like the sound of that,

You’re not going to like

what they did to her?

[also wait, what are the properties of that gas?

Like what does exposure do to her?

[I know they said it was poisonous, But that was coming from the assholes that thought stabbing her was a good idea,

*em

Any Way,

Good point

Like how dude’s backing away . Good trooper

I hope he was the Zoologist One . seems to be smart,

Oof

(Dude didn’t even get to see the Zila,)

Oof

It doesn’t even attack anyone!

(It goes away from the tanks)

My Damn heart,

Oof

I hurt

Good

(Oh geez, she probably didn’t even know they were still out there.”

Oof,

Okay, fakers,

Also she took out was the beams screwing with her,

There was like one guy,

(I remember I thought about commenting, “Karma,”. at that moment,

If Lady’s on the ground it’s her own fault,

Zilla, didn’t do anything to her

Dick,

Oy, Bullshit,

She, went the other direction

And seemed very specific about avoiding things

I’m calling very light (Cir-cum stantial-) Bull shit

There must be a fire Oh no

(Yeah the structure-

Must suck

To be sp-

How is he reaching her

after her thing was destroyed?

Damn

Also, wait

it’s night?

How long have they been standing there?

(Also Mace Windu is going to kick your ass.”

Also, look at that

She’s trying to go under the beams!

This is clearly not malicious,

And I mean it makes a lot of sense,

She’s a ground living creature, (Sentient)

She probably thought lower altitude was safe

And not with all this (non sense),

toxin

Oh yeah just gas the city! - with multiple in- habitants of different biological structure-

[Don’t bother turning it into a blade]

Or bullets]

Hurry

[Not try anymore practical solutions,]

Why...

Have you done this?

[Oh yeah don’t bother sounding the alarms for everyone,

Screw them

Only the servants matter,”

“Gen, No, don’t stay with General Kenobi, He will get you killed,

Now, I kno

Fun

- See, she gives them a warning yell!

She’s more-so tripping than malicious,

Also made if you saw a (malicious) beast coming your way and decided to stand near it

-That’s your own fault,

Like, Darwin’s law No Euth,

To be fair dude does give the orders. And that was her way of saying I don’t like that guy

I’m just really sad about her condition.

Tr-

High er Van Ta Ge

Point-

Also yeah that does seem like a smoother safer advantage point where she wouldn’t hurt anyone

Aight,

Okay, seriously how the fuck are there fires?

She hasn’t-

That’s just something completely different,

[Like- I don’t know if I wanna know the story but that is intriguing]

Aw, Small,

See now she’s sticking to sections where she can’t hurt people. .

Whelp

“Also everyone get to your rooms,

These frickers;

Like there was an alarm earlier right?

There was a siren ..

How?

No-pe

Yes you stay on top of that dome

Proud Of This Zilla’

Eva- Cute?

Also wait wasn’t she just in the scene below

Some One-

Dude all she did was yell at him,

Re- Strain T!

Gosh darn, Yoda - you fricking enabler

Also how long until Windu finds out she’s been injured and.. freaks out.

Lost

And, they were all given fair warning and if you’re not smart enough to get out of the way that’s your own fault

* Un accountable

Off

How’s Windu feeling?

Aight

Bullshit, you planned that-

Also why are you including everyone else?

That seems like a security hazard?

Toxin

De-stroyed

Clearly no

You should be glaring daggers at him

being like “bitch no,”

Padme Isn’t innocent

Pr-

[Windu is going to kick a bitch]

Hi,

Hey, want to talk to you

VALID

Good

OH NO

Fuck off Yoda

(Amoral-

You shouldn’t shoot them in the first place-

Also this is just establishing that Mace Windu is literally the only sane person,

Yoda literally only cares about the chancellor . . . and would’ve shot him

Dick, Don’t

(Feckin dammit Anakin,)

The Zilla Just Wants a nice talk.

Bad

Yes just let the Zila talk you irresponsible fuck

Like, seriously Now she’s going to have to try and catch you with her hands,

And if anyone gets hurt it’s their own damn fault.

Som-

Stupid

Damn- Just. Talk

with the damn Zila,

I swear..

I fuck-

She was already paying attention

you damn fuck

Zilla- catch- Whelp,

Dumbest freaking plan ever,

Zilla, Pick up

“ also you have to think about what Zilla- is thinking at them at this moment-

Like-

Oh- shit

They could possibly die! She just yells at them this entire time!

Damn...

Pretty sure that dude tried to shoot her...

Not-

Dick

Oh No,

This-

She gave dude five fucking warnings

De-press ....

I’m Go Write A Fluff Fic

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